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My Guardian Angel

A tribute to my mom.

Yesterday I missed you. Yesterday I needed you. Today I miss you. Today I need you. Tomorrow I will miss you. Tomorrow I will need you. I want you to hold me just one more time. Some know the pain, others can’t imagine. It is one you never want to feel, b...

The Lady and The Tiger

The first time he found The Lady. Now he seeks The Tiger…

Once before I knelt, sitting zazen before the Two Doors: The Lady or the Tiger. Last time I chose Right, and the Lady became my wife, and the breath and love of my life. Then she and our child died in childbirth. Now I again sit zazen before the Two Doors...

The look that I notice, When I’m stroking your hair, That moment of wisdom, You give to my ear. The boy that was hurt, But grew into the man, The rage that you feel, That I now understand. The touch of your hand, As it brushes my skin, The tremble you giv...

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The Portrait

Have you ever looked into a portrait?

     Have you ever looked into a portrait?And were drawn into it by their eyes;eyes that seemingly pulled at you.Eyes that you could swear were trying to tell you a secret.Deep dark pools surrounded by white sand.Pulling you deeper, seducing you. The long...

How many years has it been? How many years have passed since I've seen your face?  How many sleepless nights have crowded my life?  On tear smeared pages I write to you my bride. I'm a bottomless pit, an empty hollow of flesh, devoid of all emotional ties...

Mirrors

Trickling rain down a window pane.

A specter in the mirror,  A wistful looking girl,  Trickling rain down a window pane On a bright sunny day. The riddle, my reflection, Begs why only mirror the sorrow? Trickling rain down a window pane, On a flowery spring day. Turning away from the mirro...

The Eternal Goodbye

Commemorating the Centenary of the outbreak of WWI

Losing you was not a part of my plan, Not the day the war broke out, Nor any day following it, Soon though, It became painful and a real blow that I was struck with. We met on the summers eve, Two years before the Archduke was slain, Before Treaties and a...

Piddling With A Hainted Heart

Piddle: (Intransitive verb) to waste, to throw away, to abandon. [A Euphemism]

Just because she doesn't cry,Doesn't mean a thing.What she's piddling withIs a hainted heart.Sometimes tearsCan't cause a riverDeep enough for a womanTo dip her haint of a heart in--Not when she has lived too longIn such a short time.What is the purpose o...